Zongman: Beginning and Snow under the Rain Escape from Raccoon City

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In the cubicle.

Henry was wearing an old-fashioned suit that was clearly ill-fitting, dull in color, and outdated in pattern.

The shop assistant stood to the side, his face showing undisguised perfunctoriness and a hint of impatience.

"Sir, this is the perfect size for you, and it's the only one we have in stock."

The shop assistant's voice could be faintly heard through the door.

"This...this color is too old-fashioned. Is this color popular in Britain lately?"

Henry's voice betrayed a hint of dissatisfaction.

"These are all the ready-made garments, sir. Custom orders require time and a deposit."

The shop assistant spoke curtly.

Ye Hai's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

The time has come.

Just as Henry was getting upset about the ill-fitting clothes and his attention was completely focused on his appearance, Ye Hai's telekinetic power, like an invisible hand, precisely reached into the inner pocket of the worn-out coat that Henry had casually draped over the hanger.

The million-pound note was gently pulled out.

The entire process was silent and without any airflow fluctuations.

The banknotes slipped lightly through the crack in the door, glided through the air, and finally landed steadily in Ye Hai's quietly open palm. They disappeared instantly and were stored in the other-dimensional backpack space that only he could perceive.

£100,000, Get it!

The whole process was so smooth that even the store manager, who was standing right next to her, was completely unaware.

"Sir, what kind of material would you like? I recommend..."

Ye Hai interrupted the shop manager's incessant chatter, took out a stack of blue banknotes from his pocket, and then pulled out ten bills and placed them on the bar: "I don't know much about fabrics, but I trust that as a professional tailor, you can definitely choose the most suitable one for me within the budget, right?"

"Here is ten pounds. Just make two sets of clothes for this amount."

The store manager's smile grew even brighter: "Of course, sir, thank you so much for your trust. I'm sure the clothes we make will not disappoint you."

Is ten pounds enough to make two outfits?

That's enough.

Ten pounds are equal to 73.5 grams of gold, which is worth $5400 in modern terms, or about 40,000 yuan.

With that much money, you could easily order two sets of clothes.

Chapter 65 Who Stole My Million?

"When can I come to pick it up?"

After putting away the remaining money, Ye Hai asked.

"It can be done tomorrow. I promise we will present the most perfect work then."

The store manager loves customers who prepay in full. He'll have all his tailors stay up all night to complete Ye Hai's needs as soon as possible.

We will do everything we can to cultivate repeat customers for Ye Hai.

Ye Hai nodded: "Then I..."

"My money! My money is gone!"

Just then, a flurry of frantic searching erupted from the inner room, interrupting Ye Hai's conversation with the shop manager.

Henry's terrified scream shattered the tranquility of the store.

He was still wearing that ill-fitting, cheap suit, his face was deathly pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable fear.

Henry frantically patted all the pockets on his body and turned the tattered coat on the chair inside out.

"Impossible! I clearly put it here! It was just here!"

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling with tears.

"Hey! What's going on?"

The store manager looked into the back room with dissatisfaction, wondering why Allen hadn't gotten rid of this guy yet.

Henry completely ignored the store manager's instructions and continued searching.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned around abruptly, his eyes bloodshot, like a caged beast enraged. He grabbed the collar of the shop assistant standing next to him, who hadn't fully reacted yet, and almost lifted him up.

"It's you! Did you steal it?! You were the only one inside! You were the closest to me!"

Henry roared hysterically, spitting almost onto the clerk's face.

The shop assistant was stunned by the sudden attack, her face turning bright red as she struggled in vain: "Let go of me! You're crazy! I didn't take anything!"

The commotion immediately alerted the store manager.

His expression changed, and he rushed over to try and separate the two: "Stop! Sir! Let him go! What's going on? Let's talk this out!"

"My money was stolen! Right here in your store! Just now!"

Henry released the clerk, but still glared at him, his chest heaving violently.

The store manager frowned, first calming the still-shaken employee, then turned to Henry.

Although I don’t believe my employee would do such a thing, especially since the other person looks like a homeless person.

But the store manager maintained his basic professionalism and asked in a deep voice, "Sir, calm down. You said you lost money? How much money did you lose? Let us see if we can help you find it."

Henry took a deep breath, trying to sound believable, but the immense panic and shock of losing such a large sum of money distorted his voice, making it shrill and almost absurd: "A banknote! A banknote with a face value of one million pounds!"

The air froze instantly.

"?"

The store manager no longer believes what this guy is saying.

"Ha! Hahaha! One million pounds? A single banknote?"

The store manager, disregarding any semblance of decorum, laughed until tears streamed down his face, pointing at Henry's cheap and shabby suit: "Sir, look at yourself! And look at this suit you're wearing!"

"Oh no, what you're wearing right now is even from our store."

"Your clothes should be this pile of rubbish on the hanger."

Do you think you're the kind of person who can come up with a million pounds?

"Or do you think our little shop, or I, this poor shop assistant, have a chance to see, or even 'steal' a legendary million-pound note?"

"Ok?"

The shop manager shook his head, his disdain almost overflowing: "If you want to stage an accident, at least come up with a decent reason! Ten thousand pounds? Even if you say one thousand pounds? One million? Ha!"

"This is utterly ridiculous! I think you're desperate for money and trying to extort money from me here, aren't you? Get out! Get out right now! Or I'll call the police!"

"Allen, take off his clothes and throw them into the fireplace to burn."

"What bad luck!"

"We can't sell clothes worn by a conman to other customers; that would be a disgrace to our customers' character!"

The store manager pointed to the door, his voice stern.

He was now convinced that the disheveled, incoherent man in front of him was either a complete madman or a fraud.

To him, the so-called "million-pound" accusation was nothing short of an insult to his intelligence.

Henry was struck dumb, standing frozen in place.

He was instantly overwhelmed by immense humiliation and the fear of losing everything.

He opened his mouth, only to find himself unable to defend himself.

That piece of paper that could prove everything, that could instantly elevate him from dust to the clouds, has truly vanished.

Meanwhile, our culprit, Ye Hai, was standing in front of the bar as if nothing had happened, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Manager, it seems you have some trouble to deal with. I'll be leaving now and will come back to pick up the clothes tomorrow."

Ye Hai said gently.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir, for making you witness such an unseemly thing happening in our store. Please rest assured that this will not affect the normal delivery of your custom-made clothes."

"We will definitely present you with the most perfect work tomorrow."

The shop manager walked up to Ye Hai with great annoyance and humility to apologize. "That damned homeless man, why did he have to come when we had customers?"

This made him lose face in front of his customers, and he was afraid that Ye Hai would think that their shop was not respectable enough to produce high-end haute couture clothing.

"Of course, I believe you can do it."

Ye Hai smiled slightly, and was about to turn and leave when suddenly—

"Stop! Nobody is allowed to leave!"

Henry rushed to the store entrance and spread his arms to block the way.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was terribly hoarse: "My money was lost here! Nobody's leaving until the police arrive!"

The store fell silent instantly.

Ye Hai stood aside and shrugged indifferently.

Henry had completely lost control. He rushed to the door and shouted into the street, "Police! Police! Someone stole my money! A whole million pounds!"

His shouts quickly attracted a crowd of onlookers, and soon two uniformed police officers arrived at the scene.

The store manager, his face turning pale with anger, pointed at Henry and yelled, "You madman! How dare you cause trouble in my store? Wait till the police get here, and see how they deal with you!"

"what happened?"

The lead policeman frowned and asked.

Henry immediately rushed forward, grabbing the policeman's arm excitedly: "Officer! My money has been stolen! Right here in this shop! It's a million-pound note!"

The policeman paused for a moment, looking Henry up and down—he was wearing an ill-fitting, cheap suit, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were wild; he didn't look like someone who could own a million pounds at all.

"Sir, please calm down."

The policeman pushed his hand away, his tone slightly doubtful: "Are you sure you lost... a million-pound note?"

Chapter 66 The Beginning of Aki Tomoya's Tragedy

"Absolutely true!"

Henry was sweating profusely with anxiety: "It was lost right here in this store! They must have hidden it!"

The store manager's face turned ashen with rage: "Officer, this man is insane! He just tried to attack my employee!"

After a moment's hesitation, the police decided to conduct a routine search.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, we need to conduct body searches on everyone present."

Ye Hai remained calm and nodded slightly: "Please go ahead."

The police searched Henry first, just in case he couldn't find it himself.

But there was nothing there except a crumpled, cheap handkerchief.

Next, they thoroughly searched the store manager and staff, but found nothing.